The Case of the Big Fix

And now we invite you to listen to the adventures of the Vulcan, as Mike wearing the saw the case of the big six. There's one thing you learn working in a private detective. Case doesn't always make way.

In the case in part I give you Dutch Snyder. Dutch is a solid looking citizen behind a Mahogany desk at the Belvedere Croft. He's a gambler by perfection, but that doesn't mean he takes chances.

Now Dutch likes to play it nice and safe. That probably explains why he stares with obvious disbelief and a light on his head. It's ficked on and off with appropriate sound effects. Oh, Neil! Yeah?

What's going on out there? What do you think, Dutch? It's a rave. Are they doing it again? Get to hear it. No! I'll take my word for it to play an awful ruff. I'm glad they're having fun.

Oh, the chives! I am, Mr. Schneider. Hello, my name is Neil. If you want to see me, yes. What's your name? I was in carbon. I've been carbon. Why wasn't I notified of this rave?

But do you mind repeating that please? I asked why I wasn't warned. Your boy was supposed to download at least $100,000 worth of damage. Easy. You know who's gonna pay for it? You. But for my salary, don't be silly.

Anil, what is it, Chuck? Give me alcohol on the phone. Oh, no, I get it. Is Arthur Hall your contact man? That's right. Well, this is the funniest thing I've heard yet, if I know so.

So he clipped you too. I'm surprised at you, that's what he's talking about. How about Arthur told you a bill of drugs you could keep us out of your hair if you paid off to it?